| I got my top down
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| Riding through the city LA bound
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| Got my girlies with me my out
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| We ain’t sitting pretty
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| Got my gold fangs, I’m bout to get gritty
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| Bottles on bottles, we pass them around
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| Shot after shot, yeah, we taking them down
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| Finally hit me, I’m feeling it now
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| Got a let’s turn it around
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| You ain’t got shit to say now
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| I’m about to bring the heat out
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Hate it when I walk away now
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| Wishing I was still your playground
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I don’t give a fuck (x5)
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| Yo, negative 8 fucks given
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| I told them I would blow up, but they didn’t wanna listen
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| Get them hot, tell them cool it now, just like new edition
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| They don’t wanna scrap, I’m like «Look at all of these chickens»
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| God damn, my flow dumb
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| Immune to bullshit, swear that I’m so numb
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| Living good, cheesing while I’m putting up both thumbs
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| None of y’all songs bang, you beating on broke drums
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| Taking more shots then Pac did
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| With a bop I’m testing the head like a pop quiz
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| Flow tighter than a speedo
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| So when I say I’m in my Pjs, I ain’t talking bout sleep though
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| You ain’t got shit to say now
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| I’m about to bring the heat out
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Hate it when I walk away now
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| Wishing I was still your playground
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I don’t give a fuck (x5)
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| Let’s see I’m young and dangerous
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| All the bad bitches wanna hang with us
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| Only real with me, nothing fake with us
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| It be looking like somebodies birthday when we come through 'cause the cake
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| with us
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| Got it on lock like a safe with us
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| Boy, don’t play with us
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| You can’t find another me, they ain’t make enough
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| Cause Beez the supreme type
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| They gave me the green light
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| So every time I spit a dope verse, I get the fiends hype
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| Call it whatever you got to
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| I’m sicker than Achoo (Bless you)
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| If you hating on me that’s cool (Okay)
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| Just know that
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| I’m the best, so I be smiling with my middle fingers up in every Kodak
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| 219 but you already know that
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| You ain’t got shit to say now
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| I’m about to bring the heat out
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Hate it when I walk away now
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| Wishing I was still your playground
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I don’t give a fuck (x5) |